My pastor used to take me hunting. He owned a Cessna 172 and we used to fly to Eastern Washington in it to go pheasant hunting. We’d land on a private airstrip in the middle of a nowhere cornfield and have pheasants flushing all around us when we closed the door to the airplane. It was the most incredible bird hunting I’ve ever done and it made for some great memories.
I view pastors, priests, shaman, etc as mere messengers. They’re mortal men full of sin just like the next guy and don’t carry any supernatural powers like some try to assign to them. Just because some dumb ass says something doesn’t mean it’s true, not unlike the internet. 😉
